what day is this


the day
is not long
but
my boredom
makes it longer

impatient
I with the this and the that
of my lot
I cannot bear
to bother

and time drags
on me

the day
is not short
but
my excitement
makes the minutes heighten

and before I know
hours have flown

the day
is a day
but
in my mood
I shape it

into more
into less
into nothing at all
into forever

this is my day
what will it be


© Frank Prem, 2017

April 2017 Poem #29: wake

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